Tim found himself curious about something - if he swapped people with very different lives, how much would their bodies change? He looked between the sweaty muscular man, wiping off the sweat on his brow with a towel as he walked over toward the deadlifting equipment and the pudgy teen boy who was still on the treadmill, running at what looked like top speed. He thought about the two of them and pressed the button on the side of the watch. For just a split second he couldn’t see anything as reality changed, but once his vision returned he looked over to where the teen boy was, only to see a very strange sight.
Instead of seeing the boy, he saw the black man, who instead of being muscular, was now slightly overweight. He still looked good, it just looked like more of a dad bod than the skinny pudge that the boy had. He also had the boy’s curly brown hair and was clean shaven. On his dad bod and just as tight around the stomach was the same green T-shirt with a video game character on it and grey athletic shorts underneath. He was running top speed, just like the boy was, which caused a lot more racket from the big guy’s larger frame.
Tim turned to look at where the big guy was setting himself up for deadlifts and saw an even stranger sight. The boy stood there, breathing heavy, wearing the same purple stringer and grey sweatpants the big guy was wearing before. There was a noticeable bulge in the sweatpants, which led Tim to assume that the big guy considered his large penis to be an integral part of his life. The boy also had a thick head of black hair on his head, and a bushy black beard just like the big guy had. That wasn’t the oddest part though.
In his original life, Tim would have referred to the big guy as thickly muscled, looking like an absolute tank of a man. Instead of seeing those same muscles on the boy, the boy would instead be described as perfectly shredded. He still had large muscles, but the boy instead didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere visible. Instead, his skin clung tightly to the boy’s body, meaning you could see every muscle move, every vein pulse, and you could almost see the individual strands of muscle on the boy’s almost comically large pecs and biceps as he loaded the bar with weights. Tim felt his dick stir from observing the changes. Was he - or rather Lynda - turned on by him?!